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Tuesday, February 23, 2016

Of Rainy Days and Rejections

OH YOU GUYS, this week tested me hard. It seems like everything
that couldve gone wrong basically happened, WOO HOO WHAT A WEEK. A summary of
the highlights (lowlights):

One day we walked around lost in the area of the elders in our ward for an
HOUR, in the 100 degree sun, looking for the house of the member of our lunch
appointment. When we finally got there, no one was home. HA. I almost flipped a
brick. Oh joy.

We had 4 days that started out over 100 degrees, so we prepared for hot
weather, and then halfway through started STORMING. Like, hard. Soaked, down to
everything we were wearing within 30 seconds, even with an umbrella because of
the wind coming at ya from the side. HA one day we didnt bring an umbrella
(actually, every day sister Saavedra didnt bring an umbrella *sighs to not flip
a brick*), so we borrowed one from our investigators and it broke in 90 seconds
because of the wind. I also learned that sister saavedra screams when she is
cold and gets rained on. Oh joy.

Our baptism didnt happen. I dont know what happened. He went out of town
and we havent been able to talk to him all week. UGH

47549 people broke up with us this week, or rejected us when we were doing
a contact. I wanted to take off my shoe and throw it at them and say "YOU DONT
EVEN KNOW WHAT YOU JUST TURNED DOWN YA BIG DUMMY" But that would not be very
christ-like of me. So I kept quiet.

Sister Saavedra literally walks SO slow. And i know its not a big thing,
but it drives me crazy. Especailly when we are late to things and I swear she
walks even slower. DEEP BREATHS SISTER LIPPS, DEEP BREATHS.

The one good thing that happened this week was that this 6 year old girl
told me that Im pretty. I just gotta take what I can get.

Everyone's homework for the week is to read the poem "The Race" by D.H.
Groberg. I read it probably over 10 times this week, and I think it was the only
thing that kept me walking. It really doesnt matter how many times we fall, or
how hard, or in front of whom we fall, as long as EVERY time we do, we get back
up, we win OUR race. We get back up because we receive strength from Christ, or
savior. We get back up because God loves us, he only gives us what he knows we
can handle, and he will extend his hand to us, to pull us through the storm (the
literally storm I walked through this week). Eu testifico a voces que Deus vive,
ele nos ama, que ele nos deu Seu filho, para que possamos voltar a viver com ele
e com nossas families para sempre. Convido voces a reconhecer as forças que
recebemos dele todos os dias. Eu amo todos voces, e eu quero que voes tenham
esperança em suas vidas, a esperança que vem de Cristo.

Com Amor,

Sister Lipps

1. Two very wet Sisters standing in the kitchen we flooded because we left
the window open in the morning. Lols

2. Bouta be tri-lingual people. Got my hands on Spanish pamphlets and a
Book of Mormon!